A private deal with the billionaire ceo

CHAPTER 1

The guests were trooping in. The families of Mr. Fred and Vera Richardson with Mr. Anderson and Marie Smith were celebrating the success of Fred-Smith telecommunications. One of the biggest telecommunication companies in Los Angeles. This is an amalgamation of two big companies that came together to become one in joint partnership.

It was an opening party.

The servants and waiters were attending to the guests. The business partners could be sighted showing some of the guests around.

Valerie's POV

I walked straight upstairs to the last floor.

Oh God. I detest high heels. I cried out as I sat down and pulled off the footwear I have been wearing for hours now.

Valerie Smith is the only child of Mr Anderson and Marie Smith. She is fair, slim, average in height with blonde shoulder-length hair and blue eyes, 23 years old and runs an art sculpture store.

I remember telling my parents that I don't have interest in running the family business with them because I have always had a passion for art. My father was infuriated. He sees me now as the prodigal daughter.

Well, now is not the time to go down the memory lane.

I wouldn't have come if not for Mum's persuasion. My parents have taken a big step in improving their business. I'm glad for them.

I take in a deep breath and inhale the cold evening breeze. It is quite windy and the wind sets strands of my hair flying.

I have always enjoyed the view here. This is the top floor and no one else is permitted to be here except me or my parents.

I had to come up here to stay away from the camera and journalists who were always bugging me with questions.

I can stay here for as long as I want without being disturbed.

Phew!

Did I just hear footsteps? Who could that be? Let me check or it could be my mind playing pranks on me.

It was a well-built young man, maybe he lost his way. I don't see any other reason why he should come up here.

I decided to walk up to him and ask but then I heard him say something to himself. I couldn't pick the actual words. Could he be soliloquizing?

Funny.

“Hello, how do you do?” I ask but he doesn't seem to hear me.

Damian's POV

"Away from the noise and bustling finally".

With a sigh of relief I walk up to the fifth and last floor corridor.

"This is all for showing off. My Father will never cease to surprise me" I murmur to myself.

Damian Richardson is the CEO of Light Airways. He is 28 years old and the only son of Frederick Richardson. He is currently one of the most successful young men, making waves in the business world.

The young multimillionaire is light skinned and dark haired. He is seen wearing a white long sleeve shirt which exposes his biceps and a grey trouser with Italian shoes.

Now, I'll just have to stay here till it's 9:30 pm before I go to the bar where Derrick and the guys are. I have been so occupied with work recently which has made me barely have time to play snooker.

Well, tonight will be different. I smile at the imagination of hitting the bar, drinking and enjoying the admiration of the ladies.

"I wonder why someone like you would be found mumbling to himself; is everything all right?" Asked a calm voice from behind.

I didn't notice anyone's presence when I came up.

Who could that be?

Sounds feminine. Must be a woman. I thought.

Truly, I can never get some privacy provided I'm in this building. Time to leave.

"Hello, are you okay? It seems you lost your way. I would have said you look troubled but I saw your smiling at yourself." the young woman said again.

"I'm fine, Miss" I said as I turned to see who was interrupting my thoughts.

She sounds younger than her looks.

Hmmmm.

Probably in her early 20s. She's quite tall too.

What would a fair blonde be doing up here alone instead of mixing with the crowd downstairs? I thought.

"Why are you here? I asked.